The Winx Club's Sodor Adventures - Season 2
Episode 12: Pop Goes the Diesel
Duck is very proud of being Great Western. He talks endlessly about it, but he works hard too, and makes everything go like clockwork.
It was a splendid day. The cars and coaches behaved well. The passengers even stopped grumbling. But the engines and their fairy friends didn't like having to bustle about.
"There are two ways of doing things," Duck told them. "The Great Western Way or the wrong way. I'm Great Western and-"
"Don't we know it!" They groaned.
The engines and fairies were glad when some visitors came. It was a Class 08 diesel shunter. Along with him were a couple of witches.
They purred smoothly towards them. Sir Topham Hatt introduced the three. "Here is Diesel. I have agreed to give him a trial. As for you fairies, he's with two witches that you're all familiar with."
"Familiar?" thought Aisha.
"Hello, girls," said one of the witches.
"Lucy! Mirta!" exclaimed Stella. "What are you two doing here?"
"Well, for your information, Miss Spoiled Princess," said Lucy rudely, "Sir Topham Hatt decided to hire me and little Mirta here to work on this railway."
"Lucy!" scolded Mirta severely. "Don't be rude to Stella!"
"Well, sorry!" Lucy sulked.
"Anyway," said Sir Topham Hatt, "Diesel, Lucy and Mirta will be helping out with the work in the yard. But they need to learn. Please teach them, Duck."
"Good morning," purred Diesel in an oily voice. "Pleased to meet you, Duck. Is that James and Stella, Henry and Flora and Gordon and Aisha too? I am delighted to meet such famous engines and fairies."
The silly engines and fairies were flattered. "He has very good manners," they murmured. "We're pleased to have him in our yard."
Duck was okay with Mirta, but he had his doubts about Diesel and Lucy. "Come on," he said.
Diesel purred after him.
"Your worthy Top-"
"Sir Topham Hatt to you," ordered Duck.
Diesel and Lucy looked hurt. "Your worthy Sir Topham Hatt thinks Lucy and I need to learn. He is mistaken. We diesels don't need to learn. We know everything. We come to a yard and improve it. We are revolutionary."
"That's right," said Lucy, "revolutionary is the best word."
"Oh," said Duck. "If you two are revo-thing-a-mee, perhaps you two would collect my cars while Mirta and I fetch Gordon's coaches."
Diesel and Lucy, delighted to show off, purred away.
When Duck and Mirta returned, Diesel and Lucy were trying to take some cars from a siding. They were old and empty. They'd not been touched for a long time. Diesel and Lucy found them hard to move. Pull! Push! Backwards! Forwards!
"Come on, you wretched planks of wood!" shouted Lucy. "Move!"
"Oh! Oh!" the cars groaned. "We can't! We won't!"
Duck and Mirta watched with interest.
Diesel and Lucy lost patience. "Grrrrrrr!" Diesel roared, and gave a great heave.
The cars jerked forward. "Oh!" they screamed. "We can't! We won't!" Some of their brakes snapped and the gear jammed in the sleepers.
"Grrrrrrr!"
"Ho, ho, ho!" chuckled Duck.
Mirta laughed too. "That was absolutely funny."
Diesel and Lucy recovered and try to push the cars back, but they wouldn't move.
Duck and Mirta ran quietly around to collect the other cars. "Thank you and Lucy for arranging these, Diesel. Mirta and I must go now."
"But don't you want this lot?" asked Lucy.
"No, thank you, Lucy," said Mirta.
Diesel gulped. "And I've taken all this trouble? Why didn't you tell us?"
"You never asked me. Besides," said Duck, "you two were having such fun being re-whatever it was you said. Good-bye!"
"How rude!" shouted Lucy. "We'll get even with you and Mirta for this, Duck!"
"Grrrrrrr!"
Diesel and Lucy had to help the workmen clear the mess. They hated it. All the cars were laughing and singing at them.
"Cars are waiting in the yard
tackling them with ease'll
'Show the world what I can do,'
gaily boasts the Diesel
In and out he creeps about
like a big black weasel
When he pulls the wrong cars out
Pop goes the Diesel"
"Grrrr," growled Diesel, and he and Lucy scuttled away to sulk in the shed.
To Be Continued...